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Nought Point Nought Eight Percent

Ricky HawthorneJanuary 27, 2020

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nought point nought eight percent

written by: Ricky Hawthorne

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Blistered black fingers pawing
At a meal deal costing three pounds
Nought point nought eight percent to me
Survival for her

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Ricky Hawthorne

MAY 2019 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com

Short listed for the Bridport Poetry Prize 2015

Graduate of Warwick University
Triple honors in Literature, Theater and Film

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Nought Point Nought Eight Percent - January 27, 2020

“Lock down, lock down. We are now on lock down.” The receptionist’s voice came over the school intercom over the incessant buzzing of the alarm bells located in every hall of every phase of the building. I thanked my lucky stars I wasn’t in my regular classroom with my fourth period of thirty-one freshmen. I was teaching my last class of the day in the computer lab of phase five, one of the more isolated wings of the large oddly-shaped school where I’d been teaching for years. There were only seven students in class that day, it being a Friday afternoon ...